Life Must Be Rich And Full Of

Pain Or Love Or Danger Makes You Real Again.

The Bus Roared On. I Was Going Home In October. Everybody Goes Home In October.

Happy. Just In My Swim Shorts, Barefooted, Wild-haired, In The Red Fire Dark, Singing, Swigging Wine, Spitting, Jumping, Running - That's The Way To Live. All Alone And Free In The Soft Sands Of The Beach.

In My Medicine Cabinet, The Winter Fly Has Died Of Old Age.

If You Tell A True Story, You Can't Be Wrong.